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| Tit for Tat; [p] Allen | |
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| Topic Started: Sun Dec 13, 2009 8:02 pm (263 Views) | |
| Iolanthe Lucine | Sun Dec 13, 2009 8:02 pm Post #1 |
 
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Unfortunately, Iolanthe Lucine, a rather rambunctious She-Pirate, was forming quite the reputation for herself. No longer could she leisurely wander the City of Lantern's streets. Now, after that incident with the Tin Man she had to keep on her guard. Every authoritative figure looked at her with poisonous eyes, as if they were waiting for an excuse to knock her block off. Iolanthe hated authoritative figures. With a passion. Really. The woman mumbled to herself as a dirty homeless man hissed at her; she increased her pace. All of a sudden this illuminated city had a shroud of evil over it and it made Io's skin crawl. The air was sticky, it was trapping her free spirit, and Io was just looking for a way out. Everywhere she looked; doors where shut, windows were locked, and all Iolanthe could think of was how wonderful it would be to be on a ship, sailing out to see with her fellow sea rats. But no, she was tied to this worthless patch of dirt, weaseling its way into her boots, making her step uneasy, and uncomfortable. Her bouncy colorless hair swayed as she walked, her hands secured firmly to her Moonsea Cutlass, as if they had been forged together. Three men were approaching her. All of which had armor, heavy armor, a grimly amused look, and low eyes. Iolanthe backed up, and turned a corner, down an alleyway that she knew all too well. It would be her safe haven. However, it had been her safe haven too often, for the guards had predicted her going there. She found four men waiting for her there. Taken by surprise a man kicked her sword from her, another locked her arms, another her legs, and she couldn't help but laugh, “so it takes seven of ya to pull me down, does it?!” She lashed out with a free arm, slugging one in the face, but that only seemed to enrage them more. Two more slammed her into the ground, hitting her head rather hard, blurring her vision. They took a knife and ran it smoothly against her cheek, she could feel the warm blood seeping out of her skin. Then they began to tear at her clothes. Another slammed her head with a rock or something... but by that point she had lost all consciousness... |
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| Allen Haldis | Sun Dec 13, 2009 9:04 pm Post #2 |
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This was an absolutely disgusting city. Why the hell was he even still here? It seemed like everyday there was more crime, more revolting events to stumble upon - he could have very easily left, since he hated the damn place so much, but where else could he even go? It almost seemed like there wasn’t even a point to leaving, as much as he hated it all. Besides, there was this constant nagging in his head that he had some sort of obligation, like he had to stay here. For all Allen knew, he was just going crazy; he’d been alive long enough, senility was entirely plausible. Hands buried within the confines of his long, black coat, Allen made his way down the sidewalk, locks of brown hair waving their way in front of his face. The air was cold, and his breath was visible in the form of white wisps when he exhaled. Winter was approaching; it seemed all the things he couldn’t stand were mounting against him, as if forcing him against that tick in the back of his mind. Balefire was bad enough as it was; he didn’t want to think about how utterly annoying snow would become when added to the mix. Glancing up, for his muddy-brown gaze had been focused upon the ground, Allen took a moment to look around. The city seemed darker than usual tonight, and he almost thought... he heard... voices? Brows knitting, Allen stopped walking; usually voices meant something awful in this town... And though Allen typically wouldn’t have involved himself, he felt compelled to do so for once. The voices disappeared after only a few moments, but he’d heard enough to figure out where they had come from. As he began to investigate, a silhouette and a blob of white that stood out all too easily against the shadows caught his eye, forcing him to turn. Almost tentatively he walked toward the otherwise empty alley, but stopped in his tracks. The scowl that usually covered his visage melted, and some of the color drained from his skin. The blood in his veins ran cold and a shiver ran up his spine; the world around him spun and time slowed down. He’d seen plenty - almost too many - cruelties in his lifetime, this shouldn’t have struck him so intensely. Maybe it wouldn’t have, had he not known her. Though the look of pure shock and horror never waned from his features, Allen moved forward, already slipping his coat off to drape around her body. Iolanthe hadn’t exactly endeared herself to him during their first meeting, but that didn’t mean she’d deserved this. Hell, no one deserved this. Allen didn’t have to like her to know that there were some things that should just never be done. And, though he didn't know the specifics, he could infer enough... Carefully, Allen scooped Iolanthe into his arms. Right now, he wasn’t thinking ahead - he didn’t think about how she’d react to waking up somewhere different than where she’d started or what she’d do when she found out she was in his care. But being with him was sure as hell a lot safer than anywhere else. Allen rushed to the nearest inn, making absolutely certain to hold her firmly and keep her decent. There were a few odd stares when he entered, but all it took was a scowl and a glare to get the patrons to look away. All Allen did for the moment was retrieve a key; he would pay for and settle everything later. Entering the room, he set the young woman down on the bed, sighing loudly. “Hey, lady, you wanna wake up?” he asked, and though his vocabulary was harsh, he toned down the sound of his voice to something a little less gruff than usual. “C’mon, you can’t stay out cold forever, now can you? I know you hate me, but that’s no good reason to ignore me like this, now is it?” Allen shook her shoulder a little bit before moving away from the bedside, folding his arms over his chest. Even he had to admit he actually felt sympathy for her, somewhere deep in that heart of stone. “Poor thing,” he mumbled, turning his back to her. She’d wake up when she woke up. He’d have to settle for that. |
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| Iolanthe Lucine | Sun Dec 13, 2009 10:07 pm Post #3 |
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There was a change in her surroundings. And while Iolanthe couldn't exactly tell how, she could however, feel it. She could feel her face defrosting, her nose gaining the ability to smell, and the smells had not yet registered in her brain. She shivered, turning her head onto something soft; a pillow. A pillow?! What the hell was she doing that involved a pillow? Iolanthe sat up quickly, groaned, and fell back onto... the bed? In this situation Iolanthe was not a fan of surprises. She wanted to know where she was, and she wanted to know now. Unfortunately, her vision had not yet returned, and her voice seemed useless as well. Her fingers barely moved; her body was disobeying her commands. Frustrated, Iolanthe turned her head to the ceiling and breathed heavily. The longer she lay there, however, the less frigid she became. Eventually she noticed that another presence was in the room. But who? Who would have the kindness in their heart to pick up a battered street rat and take her into their home? Their room? Their abode? Whatever the hell this was? Iolanthe managed to open her eyes, and saw none other, than the Allen, that grumpy brute from jail. She rolled her eyes; about the extent of her facial expressions at the moment, and moved slowly, to pull a blanket over her sore body. “Why...?” She managed to croak. He didn't even like her. In fact, she could recall several names that he had called her, and other places he wished she would have been at that point in time that they had been stuck in jail together. She could think of one good reason why Allen would have saved her. Unless...No, it couldn't be that. He wouldn't be responsible for this. He's too much of a do-gooder. Maybe that's why! He was trying to rack up his “good deed” points on poor Io! Well she didn't want that! She wasn't going to vouch for him. That was not on her to do list at all. Iolanthe grabbed a fist full of the blanket underneath her and pulled it violently around her shoulders. She was embarrassed for Allen to see her this way. It was humiliating and it reduced her to nothing but a simple woman. It made her look like she couldn't defend herself and that she needed someone's help. Well she didn't! She never did! And she never had such help... |
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| Allen Haldis | Sun Dec 13, 2009 10:48 pm Post #4 |
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Though facing away from her, it wasn’t difficult to hear her movements or the sounds of the sheets ruffling around her. Turning back to the she-pirate, Allen cocked a brow, observing in silence how she sat up and then plopped right back down. Maybe he wasn’t the only senile one -- but he quickly reprimanded himself for that thought. She’d been attacked tonight, and that must have been traumatizing; not to mention the fact that the temperature was freezing and there was no telling how long she had been out there. Issuing a soft sigh, Allen settled himself down into a chair a few feet away from the bed, folding one leg over the other and letting his arms cross over his chest. This was most likely going to be an incredibly long night. Uncertain as to whether or not she was awake yet, Allen was content to sit and wait. He had all the time in the world, after all - he could spare a couple of minutes and wait for her to rouse completely. Normally he would have been utterly impatient, but after what she’d been through, she didn’t need to deal with his bad attitude. He could set it aside for one night for her benefit, couldn’t he? Ha, how selfless of him. “Why...?” Her voice sounded awful; whether it was because of the cold or the fact that she was just waking up from being unconscious, Allen didn’t know and didn’t care to find out. He turned to look at her, brow lifting again. She likely wouldn’t settle for ‘it’s a long story’, and he didn’t feel like going into too much detail just so she could understand how his morals worked - so how was he supposed to answer that? Good of a person as he was, he had never been good to her, even if they’d only met once. Sighing once more, Allen straightened up in his chair. He had to answer her at some point. “Does it really matter why?” he asked, though harshness was absent in his voice. “Anyone else would have left you to rot in the gutter, you’re lucky I came along when I did.” His tone turned somewhat indignant with that, and Allen paused for a moment, collecting his thoughts and puckering his lips to the side. When his words picked up again, the meanness was gone once more. “Just because I don’t like you doesn’t mean I wish ill will upon you. So you’re a thieving, conniving pirate; so what? You’re still a person, aren’t you? There are some thing people just shouldn’t do to others. Hell if I was just going to stand by and not do something.” At this point Allen stood up. This was when things became awkward - what the hell was he supposed to say now? She’d just been physically traumatized, he didn’t need to ask her how she was feeling, and asking who did it... well, did he want to go there yet? Besides, there was no guarantee Iolanthe even wanted him there. “I know you don’t like me either, you don’t have to, you don’t have to trust me, and you don’t have to thank me or any of that crap,” he told her, deciding to get that out of the way. “But... you’re in no state to take care of yourself, as much as you may hate to hear that, but it’s true. So do you want me to get you anything? Food or extra blankets or... whatever?” |
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| Iolanthe Lucine | Mon Dec 14, 2009 12:49 am Post #5 |
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Yes, it did matter why! She wanted to know why that belligerent man would stoop to help a lowly being like herself. She didn't need it, despite what he said. She spat at the ground when he confessed that she did need help. She didn't ! She was fine! She couldn't admit to defeat to him. “I'm fine, Allen.” She spat, coughing, her whole body convulsing. A spatter of blood hit the floor. She laid back on the bed and rolled her eyes. “Great.” She probably had hypothermia, or some kind of disease that you get from being covered in snow for Gods know how long. Did she need food? She didn't know. “I don't know if I'll be able to keep it down, mate.” She grumbled, pulling the sheets closer to her. “So cold...” She whispered, unable to raise her voice any higher. She hated this, she really did. She even bet that Allen was doing this just to see her so helpless. That's it! He liked seeing a girl who was once able to steal from him and get away with it completely demoralized and bed-ridden. But.. at the same time... this was a perfect opportunity to take advantage of his services! If he wanted to help... well, why not grant his wish? “I need...” Iolanthe sat up slowly, and licked her lips. “Some new clothes, and I want them to look just like my previous ones. Some warm soup, and hot tea.” She opened her eyes and looked at Allen. His face looked softer now, despite his stone persona. It threw her off slightly, perhaps making it harder to take advantage of him.. But alas! Iolanthe was a pirate and if you could, you would in this world! Not only that, but this was a once in a lifetime chance! Never again would Allen offer bedside assistance. She leaned against the headboard and smiled as Allen explained why he was helping her. “I figured you would have assumed that one less thief would be for the best, and not get involved.” Her pirate accent had been dropped, because she wasn't conscious enough to keep it going. She hoped to the dead gods that it wouldn't backfire on her. |
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| Allen Haldis | Mon Dec 14, 2009 5:25 pm Post #6 |
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Now she was spitting at him. Well wasn’t that just dandy. Really, he should have expected this, especially from her. Apparently good deeds were going out of style. Rolling his eyes and huffing, he looked away from her until she began to cough, at which point his gaze returned to her. “Riiiight,” he drawled. “You’re hacking your lungs up, covering yourself up with those blankets like you’ve never felt warmth in your life - yup, you’re fine all right, Iolanthe.” Allen was certain she had completely refused his offer when she mumbled she didn’t think she’d be able to keep it down, so he merely shrugged his shoulders. If she was cold, though, he should probably at least obtain extra blankets for her - that much he was capable of, wasn’t he? Glancing over to a closet on the other side of the room, Allen got to his feet, finding that it actually contained what he’d been looking for. Returning to the bed with a few other blankets in hand, Allen draped them over her, hoping it would be enough. Sure, she might not like it, since she’d already insisted she was ‘fine’, but he was going to do what was best for her whether she liked it or not. Much to his surprise, however, she seemed to relent, seemingly having realized he was right and she was wrong. There wasn’t much he could do about her clothing, sadly, but he could easily go downstairs and retrieve her some sustenance. “I’m no fashion expert, woman,” he said. “And I didn’t pay enough attention to your old clothes, so I wouldn’t know.” She was likely going to end up having to do that on her own, but Allen couldn’t help that. “I’ll be back in a few minutes with the rest though.” He made his way to the door, pausing briefly when her voice picked up again. “You’re a thief. But I highly doubt you’re evil.” With that said, Allen left, making his way down to the kitchen with little concern. Io wasn’t going anywhere, not in her current condition. Once the food and drink he ordered for her were ready, he quickly paid and made his way back up the stairs, returning to their room in at least ten minutes. He made his way over to her, holding the bowl of soup in one hand and the glass of tea in the other. “Can you sit up so I can give this to you?” he asked, already holding it out for her to take. |
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| Iolanthe Lucine | Wed Dec 16, 2009 7:11 am Post #7 |
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Iolanthe grumbled to herself as Allen assured her that she needed his help. It just wasn't like the She-Pirate to accept help from stupid men that only tried to screw her in the end. To be frank, she was tired of it. She was tired of others 'helping' her, and then having to repay them in the end. What ever happened to plain 'ol chivalry? Like warm water, the blankets fell over her tiny body, and began to defrost the pirate. She shivered, still, clutching the blankets close to her chin, shaking miserably. “You'd think tha guards wouldn'ta taken the phrase, 'revenge is a meal best served cold,' literally, eh, mate?” Iolanthe gave herself a half chuckle for cleverness, despite her frozen mind. Allen was being so kind... and honestly, Io wasn't used to such treatment. Even further, she still didn't trust it. Did he want something in the end? Was he going to demand money? Compensation? Declare that she was now his slave? What was this? In her world, kindness always had a price looming above it. It did not always reveal itself in the beginning, but would, eventually, claim its price. Iolanthe rolled her eyes as Allen protested the clothing situation. She couldn't wear the rags hanging loosely on her body! They had been torn to shreds, and for the Gods' Sakes they were just a simple black tunic and a pair of black trousers. Nothing complicated. Really. But alas, she would be foolish to snap at such a temporarily kind hand. He exited, and Iolanthe closed her eyes, feeling herself drift off into a light slumber, her head becoming quite heavy. In the brief time that Allen had left, memories flooded her day dreaming state and the pain returned. Shocks of suffering reeled through her body, causing her to convulse and cry out in terror. The She-Pirate shot up in bed with a horrified scream, only to see Allen at the door with her food. The woman slumped back into the bed and sighed, rubbing her forehead. Was this just another hardship to add to her long and apparently growing list? She had to come to terms with the fact that she was still alive, and in that case, bad things still had the possibility of occurring. Unfortunate as it was. “Can you sit up so I can give this to you?” Iolanthe lifted her head with great effort and cursed herself. “You'd think me weaker than a babe,” she grumbled, hoisting herself up, as if she were ten thousand pounds. Her once bouncy and electric hair lay flat against her head, and her eyes so full of life were bland and shallow. Iolanthe, still shivering, attempted to bring the blankets with her, but they were too heavy for her weak arms. She sighed, and leaned against the wall in defeat. She had been reduced to being spoon-fed. This was so humiliating. Yet... humbling that she had someone by her side that would do such a thing. As painful as it was to say, Iolanthe placed a thankful hand on Allen's shoulder. Despite her humiliation, her pride, and everything else that made her as hard headed as she was, Iolanthe deeply appreciated Allen's... friendship? Is this what you would call it? Or was it just simply pity? |
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| Allen Haldis | Fri Dec 18, 2009 11:33 pm Post #8 |
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Guards... the man’s eyes narrowed. City guards had done this to her? The shock was short-lived, and his features seemed to darken and become more grave. Sad as it was to say, it made more than enough sense. Power could corrupt anyone, human or not, and in a city like Balefire such unscrupulous beings were too plentiful. “Figures... Disgusting,” he murmured, but there were really no words that could describe what had been done to her. When he returned, he walked in on a screaming pirate-woman, sitting erect in bed. Caught off guard and uncertain what to do to in this situation, Allen remained stationary near the door for a few moments. He wasn’t some sort of professional psychologist, he couldn’t fix her problems; but how was he supposed to let a full out scream go unnoticed? How could he pretend it hadn’t happened or that she didn’t need some sort of help? Hell, maybe not even help, but comfort at the very least... not that Allen expected her to accept such a thing and he was hardly prepared to give it. “I leave for five minutes and I come back to this...? Are you sure you’re o...” But Allen stopped himself. He was pretty sure he already knew what her answer would be; what was the point in even asking? Shrugging his shoulders, Allen covered by remarking offhandedly, “Huh. I guess I didn’t know I looked so terrifying.” The comment was meant to be something witty, something to make her smirk a bit and to make up for what he’d said prior, but it seemed the more he wanted to do for her the more awkward this situation began to feel - not to mention that hadn’t been his most clever of quips. Though his intentions were good - wanting to take her mind off her trauma, helping her recover - there were just some things he didn’t know how to go about doing, exactly. He made his way over to her, looking down and waiting as patiently as a Tin Man could for her to sit back up. She’d done it before, what was so difficult about it now? Still, she managed to do it, and Allen set the tea down on the bedside table for just a moment to help draw the blankets up around her. The last thing he needed was for her to start shivering again. When she didn’t take the bowl from him as he had expected her to, Allen looked down, scrunching his lips to the side in thought. Sighing, he resigned himself to sitting down on the side of the bed, supposing he would have to do this himself. “Well, all right,” he mumbled, that feeling of tension rising up in him again. “If you can’t do it, I can. You can handle the tea though.” He paused for a moment when Io put her hand on his shoulder, giving her a small smile before scooping some soup into the spoon and rising it to her mouth. “Choochoo, here comes the... the uh... uhhhh... whatever. Make up whatever metaphor you want, I can’t do that much.” This was really almost embarrassing, that he was a grown man and he had to feed a grown woman. It was probably just as humiliating for her as well, but that thought hadn’t entirely occurred to him as he averted his eyes and pushed the spoon closer. |
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| Iolanthe Lucine | Tue Dec 29, 2009 1:42 am Post #9 |
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Iolanthe may be ill, but she wasn't incapable of throwing Allen the most sour face she could muster. She. Was. Fine. Damnit! She'd like to see what kind of mental condition he'd be in after his ego is squashed, his self-esteem thrown out the window, and all kind of ability to defend oneself diminished. All sense of respect and safety ripped from him. Now, Iolanthe had little sense of respect and safety, especially around these parts of the country... but she did believe that she had the ability to protect herself, to ensure her own safety. But this.. no, she never imagined something like this would take place. She'd been through it all before. She'd trained herself, protected herself, calloused herself so that it would never, ever, in her life happen again... and it did. Her skin reeled, she felt disgusting, her hair didn't bounce, her complexion was ghastly, and she was a complete and utter mess. Even her eyes, once electric and flashing were dead and boring. It was the ultimate demoralization. And even worse, she was trying to keep it together in front of this bastard that felt that it was so necessary that he needed to stick around and take care of her. She didn't need anyone when she was a young lass, and she didn't need anyone now! She could pick herself up; without the help of some stupid man. It was a man that did this to her, so why would she want their help? She could feel his judgemental eye on her, and it only made it harder for her to lift herself from the bed. And when he tried to spoon feed her; oh, that was the last of it! She snarled, whacked the spoon out of his hand and screeched, “GET OUT! GET OUT OF HERE RIGHT NOW! I AM NOT A FOUR YEAR OLD! I CAN FEED MYSELF YOU DEMEANING BASTARD!” She had little strength, but her voice, groggy and awful sounding as it was, was still in plenty working condition. (OOC: Not much, but it's something...Sorry for the wait and lack of luster to go along with it...) |
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| Allen Haldis | Tue Jan 5, 2010 9:46 pm Post #10 |
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((ooc: dun worry about it, yours was fine. 8D I just hope mine is okay. blehhh...)) --- “GET OUT! GET OUT OF HERE RIGHT NOW! I AM NOT A FOUR YEAR OLD! I CAN FEED MYSELF YOU DEMEANING BASTARD!” ... ... Well... that... that certainly hadn’t been the reaction he’d been expecting. Fatigued as she was, and despite the audible weakness in her voice, there was heart and raw anger behind her words to which Allen didn’t know how to react. Dumfounded, the man merely sat there, peering at her through somewhat widened brown eyes. Chewing on the inside flesh of his lower lip, Allen pondered what to do; she’d just screamed at him to get out, yet he couldn’t even pick an emotion. He wasn’t angry, despite a slight twinge of annoyance for having been called a bastard after he’d saved her life - but regardless, it was odd for this sort of numbness to completely overtake him. He couldn’t very well leave her alone, he knew all too well that she needed help. She was weak, but there was nothing he could do for that other than allow her to eat and rest. She clearly didn’t want his help with either, though - so why did he feel the urge to sit there and pretend she really needed protection from someone when she didn’t? “Fine,” he relented, standing and setting the bowl next to the cup of tea on the small bedside table. “You want to do it yourself? Do it yourself. Who am I to stand in your way?” There was a somewhat biting undertone to his words, but that was often how he spoke - and besides, his help had just been thoroughly rejected. Though his reaction was delayed more than anything, Allen couldn’t help but feel a small blow to his pride. “You go on ahead then, Io, I won’t do a single thing to stop you from doing whatever the hell your heart desires. Forgive me for trying to be the good guy, I forgot that must be something awful. God forbid anyone try to help someone else, that just apparently makes them demeaning.” He paused, realizing his words were coming across as more of a guilt trip than he had intended. What the hell was wrong with him? Heaving a sigh, he mumbled a breathy “Sorry,” walking across the room with his back to her. “That came out wrong.” He shook his head, folding his arms over his chest. “You need something, then you just let me know. Now I suppose you’ll be wanting me to get out of here still, hm?” |
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| Iolanthe Lucine | Thu Jan 14, 2010 9:11 pm Post #11 |
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She was not going to be treated like this! If all else failed her; if her heart gave out, if she just got too damn tired to deal with it all... She was not going to go down with some arrogant land lubber spoon feeding her of all things! Allen just sat there, chewing his lip, and all it did was make Iolanthe angrier. He couldn't even rightly defend himself, only demonstrating to her that clearly he had no business being around her! He did not try to insist that she needed help because she was completely taken advantaged of, and that she needed a friend. Oh no, he just sat there, and stared! Io had the horrible urge to just slap him silly, tell him to snap out of it, and get the you know what out of her room! Iolanthe didn't even know him. She had attempted to steal from him once. Escaped from jail, leaving his morality behind, only to be found in shambles. In a way, all this did was prove to him what a mess she was and what a mess her life was in. Was she really that awful? Was her life really that pathetic? No. No it wasn't. You know why? Because this never happened. It happened when she was a girl and she vowed to never let it happen again. This was the last time she would ever come to this Gods forsaken city. She had dealt with corrupt guards before... but this? This was worse than any pirate ever was. This was something slimy, deceitful, and just plain disgusting. When you see a pirate you expect them to be slime balls, scallywags, and all of the above. But not the men who are supposed to protect the innocent and lawful. And when Allen spoke, she regretted every word. “You go on ahead then, Io, I won’t do a single thing to stop you from doing whatever the hell your heart desires. Forgive me for trying to be the good guy, I forgot that must be something awful. God forbid anyone try to help someone else, that just apparently makes them demeaning.” It was now Io's turn to bite her lip. She looked up at the man in a new light. She was so confused! All her life she's dealt with boorish men. Whether they called themselves a pirate or a gentlemen, they were all the same. Never had there been a kind hand laid upon her. Perhaps a man regarded her with the same respect they would a male friend, but never had a man taken the time to care for her. It was a whole new ball game and Iolanthe wasn't exactly sure where the lines were in this. She didn't know the steps to the dance, or the words for the court. Allen muttered a sorry, and Io put up a weak hand to stop him. “No, Allen, I'm sorry...” She winced at the word. Never apologize. “I'm, well, this is all new to me.” She wasn't happy about what was coming out of her mouth at all. She paused for a moment, trying to think of the right words to say, without sounding utterly ridiculous. “No offense mate, but never have I seen a man with a gentle hand.” She picked up the bowl of soup and began to sip it slowly. “Can you stay, without shovin' a spoon in me mouth?” |
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